Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.